I've been keeping a daily gratitude list in the lovely planner Meryl gifted me this Christmas. Perhaps that's the reason I've skipped coming here, but there is never enough thanks giving and so I'm here to profess that which I'm grateful for today...
The idea that feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. Who does that?
The thought that sometimes surprise is just another word for God. Beautiful.
Last Friday's champs with Candace. I had two bottles of bubbles chilling (literally and figuratively) since before the holidays and we finally got together and drank them both. We didn't set out to and then we did because we were having such a good time catching up.
And this old photo she sent me. We are with my mom in Ixtapa, Mexico at the beautiful Westin Brisas a lifetime ago. Long ago, far away and yet so very close to my heart.
Country roads and late winter sunsets peaking through the trees. Old barns decorated with American flags. Wide open fields. Open windows for a dose of fresh air. Freedom. Promise. Hope on the horizon.
Another birthday brunch this weekend for 2 of my 3 February girls. Unfortunately, Meryl works on Sunday and cannot join us, but I sent her home with her very own Red Velvet cake the last time she was here.
Hosting. It's good reason to put away the remaining holiday decor, deep clean the house and buy fresh flowers.
A recent girl's night out with Sue. I bought tickets to the NYC Contemporary Ballet on a whim. We both enjoyed the athletic, eccentric performance as well as the wine and pizza at The St Kate before and we agreed that we should do more of this...going out...spontaneity.
Music. I've been loving the Sirius Radio in my car, and while I'm not on the road much, it is a mood booster to croon even for a few minutes. I'm slowly weening myself from constant talk radio.
My Vitronic. Last weekend we sat in the living room listening to records and I felt like a teenager. The sound isn't great, but it was worth the nostalgia.
Lily is in Paris. She booked it last minute because plans changed and she almost didn't, but I convinced her that never in her life will she be able to spend a weekend in Paris for $300. She's halfway through her trip and we'll see her in less than a month. This has been such a life affirming experience. I know she's learned more than she has in any classroom. Yes, about travel and the world, but also about herself.
Cat candids.
My dog Gus, a feline garbage can. And yes, he'll eat pizza and salad.
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